THE LIGHTHOUSE. itself--against rain and wind and the decay of time. CLOUD-HOSTS. |
That a new era is awakening for this region is without doubt. Large tracts of land formerly held intact are now being divided into building lots, and the rapidity with which these are selling portends a rapidly increasing population. Various railroads are contending for rights of way, and countless rumors are in circulation, any of which means a changed aspect for the County. The Marin Terminal is constructing, a route from Petaluma WHERE THE WAVES BREAK. to Point San Pedro, and two railroad companies have filed
articles of incorporation for the avowed purpose of making
some points on Marin's shore the land terminus for railroads
from San Francisco to points in the northern part of the
State. |
THE GLORY OF THE DYING DAY. necessity, and its adjacency to San Francisco and the
excellent harbors which skirt its shores make Marin a
natural and practical center. |
Having reached the limits of Marin's enterprises, and territory, Point Reyes, from which westward stretches an apparent infinitude of sea, to where the sun, now dipping on the verge of the horizon, casts its refulgent beams, I gazed backward on Marin which lay behind me glowing in the glory of the dying day. The indented shore, on whose cliffs nature has hung no tapestry of verdure, now enshrouded in the lambent haze, no longer looked as if composed of material objects, but rather like its luminous wraith emerging from the sea. And as the mists of evening veiled it gradually from my view I murmured: "There is a future as well as a past for this little County, a future not painted in the dim tints of the fading day, but in the bright, glorious radiance of the expectant morrow."
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